Collin looked at the rose garden that was filled with thorny bushes.
"Roses are still regarded as the prettiest despite their painful thorns, just like you," Collin complimented.
The frown on Maisy's face finally eased up a little, and she faintly smiled. "But the roses will eventually wilt, just like me as well," she said with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
Her beautiful and young look would eventually disappear one day whether she liked it or not. Jay was different. The aura he had was like an aged whiskey. The older he got, the more attractive and sought after he would become.
"But time never fails a true beauty either," Collin argued.
Maisy smiled and could feel that the night breeze that brushed past her ears had eased up a little.
However, before she could reply, Jay suddenly grabbed her by her wrist. He pulled her behind him as if he was protecting her and coldly stared at Collin to study the stranger.